the letter in my hand that you had sent to me I read the words that say I'm moving on you smothered me I want my payback I want his blood on my hands
me Shady for us competition Faggot, There ain’t none Speak of the devil It’s attack of the rain man Chainsaw in hand, blood stain on my apron Soon as
(featuring Project Pat) [Hook 2x] It ain't no bitch in my blood nigga its nothing but thug[2x] I'll knock tha black off yo ass[4x] [Project Pat] ({North
me, than a late 80's Gucci leather Worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my dapper dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No
and my man Mike 'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight 'Cause we put the guns down and go one round With the hands but man I ain
Shady. Far as competition, faggot there ain't none Speak of the devil, It's attack of the Rainman Chainsaw in hand, blood stain on my apron Soon
a slave to no computer 'Cause the Children of Man inherits the land And the future of the world is in your hands So just throw your hands in the air
snitches and wire devices My fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest Me and my bitch ride for
he had a 22 Straight sitting behind his back I grabed his pockets and then I heard six caps I fell to the ground with blood on my hands I didn't understand
& Shady for us competition Faggot, There ain?t none Eminem: Speak of the devil It?s attack of the rain man Chainsaw in hand, blood stain on my apron
man down) (Trapped uh) They got me trapped Can barely walk tha city streets Without a cop harassing me, searching me Then asking my identity Hands up, throw
And tried to make them understand Oh, that I didn't wanna kill kennedy Or cause his blood to run Well he alone could have saved his life By throwing down his
tha best/ u can test/ pull it out tha left side of my vest/ cause I deal tha best/ so tha block neva rest/ Money in my hand/ body on my heart/ good thang
Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above all you jive suckers Listen, that's word to my mother You throw a shot at
Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one Left his
Stonehenge throw away. He began all this strife; He'd spoken to my wife. I swore I'd take his life - He was good with a knife. Fighting him hand to hand
out there jukin' with this gat in my pants I put this thing to your back make you throw out your hands My bull is shit ali a nigga spill some hen on
